TITLE CARD over a sun-drenched Miami skyline:
Miami, Florida. Three-Twenty P.M.
April the Twenty-Fourth,
Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Six...
INT. COURTHOUSE - DAY
A CAMERA held to a photographer's hip. A dozen or so MEN, photographers andjournalists, stand chatting in a HALLWAY outside an impressive pair of oakdoors, above which reads:
UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT
SOUTHERN DISTRICT OF FLORIDA
A MAN AT THE DOORS opens them a crack and peers inside the COURTROOM. From
a distance, he sees the BACKS of a defendant, JOHN HUBERMAN, and his COUNSELstanding to face the judge.
... any legal reason why sentence should
not be pronounced?
No, your honor.
Yes. I have something to say. You can put me
away. But you can't put away what's going to
happen to you and to this whole country next
time. Next time we are going to...
(whispers to Huberman)
I wouldn't say any more. We'll leave that for
It is the judgment of this court that the
defendant, John Huberman, having been found
guilty of the crime of treason against the
United States by the jury of this court for
the southern district of Florida at Miami,
be committed to the custody of the United
States Attorney General for imprisonment in
an institution of the penitentiary type for
a period of twenty years. And the defendant
may be forthwith remanded to the custody of
the United States Marshall. Court is now
The MAN AT THE DOORS turns to the media vultures behind him.
MAN AT THE DOORS
Here she comes.
The PHOTOGRAPHERS ready their cameras and press forward. As the courtroom
empties, a stylishly dressed ALICIA HUBERMAN emerges into the HALLWAY witha blank look on her pretty but pale face, to be awakened from her daze byflash photography. She steels herself for the deluge and keeps walking.
Just a minute, Miss Huberman. Hold it,
We'd like a statement from you, Miss Huberman,
about your father.
For instance, do you think your father got
what he deserved?
Could we say that you're pleased that your
father is going to pay the penalty for being
a German worker?
As she presses on grimly, a tall, MOUSTACHED MAN watches the mob go by, thenturns to a bespectacled plainclothes detective.
(to the detective)
Let us know if she tries to leave town.
The detective nods and follows Alicia and her entourage.
EXT. ALICIA'S BUNGALOW - DAY
The detective casually checks his watch as he walks past the Hubermans'Miami Beach BUNGALOW on a sunny, palm tree-lined street. A train whistle
WAILS in the distance.
EXT. ALICIA'S BUNGALOW - NIGHT
The BUNGALOW late at night; the lights are on, pop MUSIC plays.
INT. ALICIA'S BUNGALOW - NIGHT
In the BUNGALOW'S LIVING ROOM, a party is unsteadily in progress. A tipsycouple dances. Everyone else either drinks or is drunk, especially Alicia,
who turns out to be something of a party girl in an outfit that shows offher bare waist. Among them sits a mysteriously silent man who watches theproceedings. Only the back of his head and shoulders are visible in thisscene.
(to her dancing
Would you care to pause for some
refreshments, Mister Hop... kins?
Alicia, were you really followed by a
policeman? It sounds very exciting.
I'm going to shoot it out with them tomorrow.
Alicia tries to pour a drink for the Commodore, a rich old man.